Enjoy.”
The “e” was smudged.
I spotted it the moment we walked in. It sat near the back of the tree skirt, half-tucked beneath the armchair, as if it had landed there by accident. It was easy to miss…
unless you were looking.
Of course, I was looking.
Skye is from my first marriage — the only good thing that came out of it. When I met Zach, he adored Skye and treated him as his own. But Diane?
She made sure that everyone knew Skye wasn’t a part of her family.
Skye spotted the gift as soon as we walked in. He didn’t say anything; he just gave a small smile and slipped off his coat.
“You see it?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he said. “Same spot as last time, Mom.”
“It’s fine,” my son said, nodding.
And just like that, my eight-year-old handled it better than I did.
